Ah,dogs. My grampa had labs. My dad had labs. I had labs. I gave up hunting when my last one died. I think it's been 20 years. It doesn't seem that long. My youngest daughter now has a 14 month old pup. The first time i took her for a run she came nose to nose with a possum. I found myself yelling the name of my last dog a half dozen times before I realized what i was doing. I couldn't believe it. That dogs been gone 20 years. That pup has led me here. I now have 3 Parkers and am planning on kidnapping my daughter's lab for some pheasant hunting this fall. I do a lot of all night driving and find myself thinking of dogs and Parkers. Long lost memories of dogs long gone just pop up out of nowhere. Some great memories but still heartbreaking even after all these years.
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